Last Night Poem by Wesongah David

Standing on a hung pedestal,
Obliqued by a perpetual shadow,
To suffice a navel thought,
Figurines hugging and kissing 'do me'!
And I wish you still were in my arms,
For a recoup of last night.

Cried out to the allure,
Of having a toast to your ring,
Circled bloom round your heart,
Tightened by a bond by Jove,
Strung on a dovetailed rocket,
To fly yonder kissed by teary clouds,
Calling on cupids unstrung bow,
And waking up looking up your face,
Ready for a recap of last night.

To tender a caress,
In a tendered model of temptation,
Lithe resignations of a souled out heart,
A modicum of Calm in rejuvenated springs,
Played on maidens in virgin meditation,
Laced hair twirled on my fingers,
A tender recoup of last night,
For a stand we took, we have to take,
On last night.